"ah?"

Zong Yanxi was stunned for a few seconds before she realized it. She quickly stood up, "Are you okay?"

Songen said, “No.”

Touching the collar of his torn bathrobe, his exposed skin was red. He quickly turned around and said to him, "Hurry up and put on his clothes, I'll take you to the hospital."

After saying that, she walked out of the room quickly and said, "I'll wait for you at the door."

With a click, the door closed, Song En sat on the ground and did not get up immediately. Instead, his consciousness was a little turbid and he felt hot. It was obvious that the cool wind was slowly coming out of the air conditioner. He pulled the collar, pressed the sofa and stood up, picked up the cell phone on the table and called Zong Yanxi.

The phone was connected soon.

"Yan Xi, go back and rest, I'm fine."

Songen said.

He walked to the mirror and felt really embarrassed when he looked like this.

He didn't really want to see Zong Yanxi like this abnormal appearance.

Songen didn't know what was going on with him, but Zong Yanxi saw that how could Nancheng just trick Li Xiaohui over and not do anything else?

"I'm..." Zong Yanxi was about to say, I was waiting for you at the door, but the phone was hung up.

In the room, Songen threw his phone on the bed and went to the bathroom. He felt that the heat on his body was almost swallowing him. He couldn't stand it. He walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, using only cold water.

The cold water kept falling from the shower, and his body quickly became wet.

Zong Yanxi was worried and called back his phone, but no one answered after the phone was called.

The sound of water covered the ringtone of the phone.

After several times, no one answered the answer. Qiao Mosheng was worried that something would happen to Songen, so he went downstairs to find the front desk.

Once the hotel door is closed, it can only be opened from the inside.

So she had to ask the hotel for help.

However, the front desk did not agree to open the door. The reason given was, "Our hotel has regulations that guests cannot be leaked. We cannot open this door for you."

"He could be in danger of his life."

Zong Yanxi said coldly, "Is anyone responsible for his life really dead?"

The front desk was speechless in an instant. She couldn't afford this responsibility, and it was also a great responsibility for the hotel.

"Can I ask the manager?"

Asked at the front desk.

"Please hurry up."

She was anxious.

"OK."

The front desk called the manager for his opinion. After agreeing, she took Qiao Mosheng to open the door.

The door opened and she pushed it in.

The whole room was quiet, she moved her steps, "Song'en?"

There was no response.

She gently pushed open the bedroom door.

As she looked at her, she didn't see him. She walked in and called his name softly, "Songen?"

The bathroom door was closed, and there seemed to be someone inside. She opened the bathroom door and finally saw Song En's figure.

The bathrobe on his body was soaked, his hair was dripping with water, and the ground was wet.

He sat on the ground against the wall.

Even though I was washed away by cold water for a long time and my mind was clear, the fire that had not come from my body was not completely extinguished.

He raised his eyes from his wet hair and saw that it was her, his pupils shrank slightly, "How could you come in?"

She stood at the door, "I'm afraid something happened to you."

She walked in and held his arm, "If you get sick like this, it's better to go to the hospital."

Songen looked at her, "Are you caring about me?"
Chapter completed!